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A Boatload of Memories

I wrote this in story form a few years ago, but it fits this week’s dVerse Poet Pub’s “Poetics” prompt, so I poeticized it this morning. The dVerse prompt was titled “Missing You”, and if there’s one thing I miss more than any other, it’s the good old days and those fun times with my aunts, uncles, cousins, and the rest of my extended family. We’re scattered all over the country these days, and it just don’t seem right. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Boatload of Memories

One Saturday afternoon a few summers ago I was taking a walk and came upon an old boat. It looked as though it had been there for a while; weeds grown up around it, paint badly faded, motor gone, body spider-webbed with cracks, and leaning precariously to one side. Read the rest of this entry »

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What Trees?

Since I’m in Odessa this morning, I’ll tell you another of my favorite Uncle Marvin stories. This one is about the only time I ever played golf with Uncle Marvin—probably because he figured once on the links with me was enough. I’ve never been very good at the game and at the time I wasn’t just not very good; I was terrible! Uncle Marvin was a good golfer, and I’m pretty sure my presence and antics did nothing to enhance his score on this day. Read the rest of this entry »

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Just An Old Boat

            One Saturday afternoon last summer, I was walking around the small lake behind the RV Park where I stayed during the week. My work then took me out of town most weeks and my travel trailer gave me a sense of home while I was not with Sherry and our little old dog, Dockers. I was there on a weekend, because Sherry and I had come over to take care of some business in College Station. Read the rest of this entry »

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Uncle Marvin & The “Do”

In my blog story, Just An Old Boat, I talked about my Uncle Marvin. I might have mentioned that Uncle Marvin was a stern man—his picture is in the dictionary next to “disciplinarian”—and he took a dim view of foolishness. In Uncle Marvin’s way of looking at things, I often stepped over the line between what was “normal behavior” and what he considered foolishness; many times, way over the line. Read the rest of this entry »

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Just an Old Boat

            One Saturday afternoon last summer, I was walking around the small lake behind the RV Park where I stayed during the week. My work then took me out of town most weeks and my travel trailer gave me a sense of home while I was not with Sherry and our little old dog, Dockers.

            I hadn’t gone far when I came upon an old boat. Read the rest of this entry »

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